I thought I’d give you an update on my past couple of days as they were supposed to be magical for me (see my last post).
The morning of my most magical day–on Monday–I woke up at 5:30a.m. and went running with Amber and Charlie up the mountain. We ran past the houses and lanterns and big trees and up the mountain and when we got to the top of the trail…
The large, yellow, magnificent moon.
And the clouds were pink and wispy and at parts falling all of the way to the ground, raining the valley.
And the moon.
At the end of the trail we ran down a few streets and looked at the sky again. Right then the moon fell behind the mountains. Right as early bird workers zoomed down the streets and began the morning rush. That moon was ours.
Yesterday I had the urge to create something. It was filling up inside of me and I felt like I was about to burst. I followed all of these creative, beautiful bloggers on Instagram yesterday and I wanted to be like them. I wanted to take beautiful photos and videos and write and everything.
So I made a plan for myself to create a movie, because that makes me happy. And it’s not a long process, like writing a novel. I can do it in enough time that it’s still fun while I’m doing it. (That’s why my Germany vids are in the sidebar now)
I just got back from talking to Abby, the girl I met at our girls night. I went over to drop my number off so I could let her know about future girls nights and then she invited me to come sit down. I was so taken aback, but I thought, why the heck not. Then she offered me pomegranate juice (because I don’t drink tea, which she knew) and brought out a bowl of crackers. I told her she was so kind and she said, “Well, this is just what you do in my country, except usually we don’t open the door in our nighties,” even though her so-called nighty looked like a dress I would wear to prom.
An hour later I said goodbye and she asked if I wanted an Indian dessert to take home.
I left with a tupperware full of Indian rice pudding. If that’s not hitting the jackpot, I don’t know what is.